I Want to Help Heal Wounds in Others Because I Know What Those Wounds Feel Like
I Want to Help Heal Wounds in Others Because I Know What Those Wounds Feel Like I don’t want to help people because I have it all figured out. I want to help because I’ve been hurt. I know what it feels like to wake up with a heaviness in your chest that you can’t explain. To smile in public and unravel in private. To carry wounds you didn’t ask for but somehow still feel responsible for. I know what it’s like to feel unseen. To feel like you’re too much for some people and never enough for others. To question your worth, your timing, your place in the world, especially when everyone else seems to be moving forward while you’re stuck holding pieces of yourself together. That’s where this comes from. Not ego. Not superiority. Not some savior complex. Empathy. There are wounds that don’t show up on X-rays. Abandonment. Rejection. Being chosen last. Being loved conditionally. Being present for everyone else while quietly neglecting yourself. Those wounds shape you. They harden some ...